Clifford

Last Wednesday 12/7/2011 our dear little cat Clifford was put to sleep, she (yep a girl named Clifford) was 19 years old.
We adopted Clifford when she was 10 weeks old. Our sons were 3 and 7 at the time, they didn't care that she was a female cat. They wanted to name her after Clifford the Big Red Dog. So, a girl cat with a boy's name became a treasured member of our family.
Our boys grew up with her. In many ways she was more like a third child than a pet. We loved her dearly. When our boys grew up and went off to college my wife and I became closer to Clifford. For the last 4 - 5 years her health has declined. First hyperthyroidism, next high blood pressure, renal failure and arthritis. We took care to balance her medications.
This past year Clifford survived a move across the state when I had to change jobs. She had her ups and downs, but always seemed to bounce back. A little over a week ago she stopped eating and her poor little legs started giving out on her. On Wednesday we knew her journey was ending because she could hardly walk and was crying in pain and confusion.
Fortunately we have a kind hearted vet. He came out to our house after hours to put Clifford to sleep. She was on her favorite blanket. It was peaceful and painless.
We know that we did the right thing for Clifford, but our hearts are broken. Since Wednesday my wife and I have took turns crying for our beloved pet. But we know that she had an extraordinary life. She was loved by her family and in turn gave us love. In her later years when her poor little legs would not allow her to run or even jump, she walked gingerly around the house, but still enjoyed getting her ears scratched.
We will dearly miss Clifford forever. She has been cremated and her urn is on our fireplace. One day when we die, she will be mixed with our own ashes and and spread over Lake Superior.
With love..... Paul & Christina

It's not unheard of to give a girl kitty a male name. I had a girl kitty named Oscar when I was younger. My boyfriend at the time got her when she was a kitten, thought she was a boy, and named her Oscar. Oscar became mine when my boyfriend asked me to live with him. Oscar was raised with a dog, so she knew many dog tricks. She could sit, stay, come, roll over, and beg on command. She was a great snuggler, too. Clifford was love and cherished her entire life. Our pets may die, but the love lives on.

What a great life you have had Clifford to be such a beloved Cat Companion for nearly two decades.
Sdaly the lifespan of Our Fur Companions is relativley short which is why I am convinced that Our All Mighty Lord God has made sure that Our Pets will not die, but become Awesome Angels along with those who love them so we can enjoy Pradise together forever.
We know that Clifford and her Family will be reunited in love furrever.
One Fine Day

Thank-you

Thank-you for all of the postings regarding the loss of our dear Clifford. Your kind thoughts help in slowly easing the pain which I know will never fully go away. We have our memories and knowledge that we were pretty lucky to have such a lovely soul grace our lives for so long.

Rest easy sweet Clifford

Well, there is no doubt that Clifford was loved and carefully cared for her entire life. She left this earth on her terms and her time. I suspect not many pets get such treatment. Many more live a life of a stray or unwanted creature.

So rest easy sweet Clifford. I hope your trip to Rainbow Bridge was easy and that you are now romping around with other furry friends up there.

You were loved.

Hugs to your purrents and family left behind. They will miss you forever - until you meet again.

Thank you for the 19 years of love and care you gave to your dear Clifford. I know your pain well and extend my deepest sympathies to you and your wife. You did what was best for Clifford. I had a very similar experience with my RB girl 'Petey'. Yes, a girl named Petey, named after the dog of "Little Rascals" fame. She was eighteen and had diabetes and a tumor. Funny our cats were both named after dogs

My deepest sympathy for the loss of your beloved Clifford. It is always hard to lose a loved one, pet or human. I hope it will be a comfort to you that Clifford had a good long and happy life with you. She is not suffering now, but romping around at RB with her newfound friends. One day you will reunited.

(((hugs)))

"I don't know which weapons will be used in the third World war, but in the fourth, it will be sticks and stones" --- Albert Einstein.